Nearly finished coding a theme for Danielle. I must say I'm quite happy with how it turned out! With size and space in mind, I collaborated some simple features and enabled user-friendly scripts. You can find her blog here. And now I'm planning on spending the rest of my day off the computer and in the real world.
If you want me to make you something like a theme or css/html coding just holler at me.
A smooth and soulful beat; excellent dub, powerful, yet non-overbearing synths, and some nice breakbeat percussions – quite the intriguing combination and I’ll shut up ‘n let you listen in.
This is a photograph of an orchid in my room. A deceased orchid. An ex-orchid. As in this orchid is no longer. Besides stealing my oxygen it really just takes up space. It doesn’t make me happy. I tend to avoid looking at it out of guilt. I’m neglectful of it and it haunts me. There are nights I wake up in a panic feeling the spindly vines wrapped around my neck. I wouldn’t say I’m intentionally trying to kill it, I’m just not putting any effort forward to see it live. Not like it matters. This plant would be able to weather a house fire and come out of it singed but holding on. What took me a fuck of a long time to realize, is that beyond this dying shriveled orchid is a big fat metaphor of my own life. This annoying, spunky, stubborn piece of greenery was just like me. I don’t look after myself the way I'm supposed to. I know that if effort is put into it, a new bud can grow from the old and the orchid will come alive again; grow back even more beautiful. I don’t know about you, but today I’m going to do a little bit of gardening. I could use some extra watering and attention.
We build upon experience and it shatters us from the inside out. A dangerous thing to wear willingly. There is nothing beautiful about falling asleep under heavy covers of a former life filling pages of colorless poetry before your dreams spur with nightmares and truth which once was a mere escape to. No longer are these words yours for you to fill life into them. Be concsious, be living. One day you will find purpose. One day this will make sense.
If anyone is looking for some food for thought to kick off the new year, I have some ideal recommendations for you. Just got done reading "One day" by David Nicholls, procrastinating "50 shades of grey" by E. L. James, and will be moving on to "Extremely loud and incredibly close" by Jonathan Safran Foer; All heart-wrenching and seductively perfect for a cold January. Have at them! (If you wish to lend any just let me know. I have plenty more to share!)
